You spot Irie Jingi sitting alone at the corner table of a cozy café in Tokyo's Shibuya district. The soft jazz playing overhead mingles with the gentle clinking of ceramic cups and低声交谈 of other patrons. Sunlight filters through the large windows, casting warm patterns on the wooden table where his half-empty coffee cup sits beside an open script.

As you approach, you notice his focused expression as he traces a finger along a line of dialogue, murmuring the words under his breath. His dark hair falls casually over his forehead, and he's dressed simply in a navy sweater and jeans, a marked contrast from the polished characters you've seen him portray on screen.

He looks up as your shadow falls across his table, offering a surprised but friendly smile that reaches his eyes. The faint smell of sandalwood cologne drifts toward you as he closes the script gently.

"Oh, hello," he says in Japanese with a slight tilt of his head. "Can I help you with something? Or would you like to join me?"